Creativity at Work

So, what is a blog for anyway? Is this a place for me to write my deepest, darkest secrets? Is it a place to be 'discovered'? I've never been really good at keeping a journal. I mean, I write things down on scraps of paper that seem to get lost or thrown away. I'm not exactly sure what I want to put here. I gues that's part of the creative process, right. First, I gotta figure out what I want to do and then just let the mess come. I think that's part of my problem. I'm afraid of the mess. I can't let things get messy. (Although, to look at my house, you'd never know that about me.) I just think that one day when I'm organized, I'll be able to get the stuff done. One day the mess will be gone, right. Problem is, what if that one day is the day my life ends?

So, I titled this blog "Creativity at Work" only to find that my Creativity has been overtaken by the Perfectionsim monster. I start to type/write and then get stuck on finding the perfect word, the most insightful thing I can possibly say and when I can't find it...delete. So, how is it I let this fear of being perfect ruin any creative outlet I have? How can I change that even as now when I type this, I wonder if I'm even going to finish. I wonder if it's going to get posted. Do I want it posted? Maybe I'm not really a blogger. Maybe it's not the idea of perfectionism stopping me from posting this. Maybe it's the fear of putting myself out there for millions (ok, so I'm stretching a bit) of people to read. Maybe I would do better with paper. That is, if I could keep the kids out of it long enough for me to actually fill a writing journal.